When I was a little girl, I can remember my mother doing hand embroidery and crochet all the time. She would embroider pillowcases and other linens. After she embroidered her designs she would finish the item with a pretty crocheted trim in pretty colors.
My mother died when I was eight years old. After her death I taught myself how to hand embroider. I must have watched her embroider many, many pillowcases and linens because I taught myself from memory. I must have stitched-out a thousand little daisies and leaves accented with even more French knots. Maybe I felt closer to my mother while I was stitching, I’m not sure. But I know I continue to get deep satisfaction whenever I do embroidery, sewing or quilting. Something I’m positive my mother and I shared.
Now for the Giveaway! A friend of mine is sponsoring a Giveaway on her blog. She has two prize packages she’s offering. Visit her blog to learn more and to read about her and her favorite things.
My mother died when I was eight years old. After her death I taught myself how to hand embroider. I must have watched her embroider many, many pillowcases and linens because I taught myself from memory. I must have stitched-out a thousand little daisies and leaves accented with even more French knots. Maybe I felt closer to my mother while I was stitching, I’m not sure. But I know I continue to get deep satisfaction whenever I do embroidery, sewing or quilting. Something I’m positive my mother and I shared.
Now for the Giveaway! A friend of mine is sponsoring a Giveaway on her blog. She has two prize packages she’s offering. Visit her blog to learn more and to read about her and her favorite things.
